star eyes,

max! 21! she/her!

[ousia-poetica]

So beautiful was our love, that when people saw us walking past, we were love and art in person. By Anastasia Trusova on Instagram.

[huariqueje]

When the Night Falls  -   Miren Asiain Lora

Spanish, b. 1988 -

pencil and acrylic , 12 x 16 in.       30,3 x 40,5 cm.

[mizamono]

"i loved my friend" by langston hughes // on earth we're briefly gorgeous, written by ocean vuong // scott street by phoebe bridgers // unknown painting // "the worm king's lullaby" from war of the foxes by richard siken // only friends by wallows // hope ur ok by olivia rodrigo // wish you were here by pink floyd // ghost photograph by angela deane // "thanksgiving 2006" from night sky with exit wounds by ocean vuong // dear friend by dayglow // the night we met by lord huron and phoebe bridgers // the archer by taylor swift // my buddy by chet baker // ghosting by txt // fading by flatsound // miserable lie by the smiths // bad friend by rina sawayama // haunted by dean gioia // hour of the wolf by surf curse

[industrialwonders]

[love]

[hheininge-art]

“Romance of the Heavens” tobacco cards (c.1930’s)

[iy0v]

Gustave Doré, Rosa Celeste (Dante and Beatrice gazing upon the highest Heaven, from Dante’s Divine Comedy).

[julienbakerfavormp3-deactivated]

Your god comes and he is ordinary and terrible. He confers with the doctors at your kitchen table and tells you to eat your clots, round as peas. You want dessert. You want to deceive him, but he, like you, has eyes, and uses them.

Leila Chatti, from “Portrait of the Illness as Nightmare”

[chicanobrother-deactivated20170]

[paintboxmaya-deactivated2021120]

let me relax. i will comment later

[sat-ch1t-ananda-deactivated2018]

[sentimentalbot]

— Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by C. F. MacIntyre, from Duino Elegies; “The Second Elegy,”

[recapitulation]

[text id: "Every angel is terrible. And yet, alas, / I welcome you, / knowing about you." /end id]

[thelegendofmrrager]

Virginia Gothic

-You’ve been driving on this road for so many hours that your destination has become lost in the depths of your mind. It is nighttime. The taillights of the other drivers dwindle away until there’s only you. It’s only ever been you. Warning signs are the only thing you can make out in the darkness. One by one the symbols become a jumble of arrows. Point A to Point B. This shouldn’t be taking so long.

-The local farmer’s market offers an all you can pick deal at their strawberry patch. You’ve been filling your basket for hours. Somehow it’s still empty. The sign out front says that the market is “open year round.” This will be the first and last time you ever see it.

-The church pastor wears a smile as stiff as the collar of his shirt. He talks proudly of his wife. You’ve never seen her. Nobody has ever seen her. His hands are sweaty as you go to shake them. You decide to switch churches after that. The rest of the ones you visit are identical to the last.

-Billboards in your town advertise the newest and hottest products on the market. Colored television sets, microwaves, frozen entrees, with such dazzling slogans like, “Try it once and see the difference!”, “Simply the best around!”, “It can’t be beat!” The further into town you go the more aggressive their advertising techniques become. “You can’t escape it! Not once it has begun!”, “It all ends here!”, “Why in God’s name would you ever want to leave?”

-It was snowing this morning. It is 82 degrees outside now. It is still snowing. The National Weather Service issued a severe storm warning for your county an hour ago. The alarm is still going off, harsh and blaring, but also repetitive, predictable. You find it comforting.

-There is a old stop on the side of the road that sells soft-serve ice cream. You order vanilla on a waffle cone and ask the cashier for the total. She is a small, greying old woman. Her face splits open in a smile. “No price, dear,“ she says. There is a soft droning in the air. You take the cone to eat under the awning. When you look down it is swarming with wasps.

[wedarkacademia]

Virginia Woolf ― Orlando: A Biography

[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

sometimes there’s a big hole in your soul and that’s just the way it is and you have to fill it up with songs you love and people who make you feel better and towels in your favorite color and socks that feel just right on your feet and even then sometimes part of you will leak out and other times it’ll all gush at once and you’ll feel like you’re fighting a losing battle but the fact is every time you flood you just pick up the pieces of all the little good things around you and start laying the bricks over again and yeah it’s too bad there’s got to be a hole in the first place but that’s life sometimes you babble and ebb and flow and burst but your soul is part of what keeps the world alive and it’s really just amazing you’re here so don’t worry that the sadness never fully goes away I’m just really glad we exist. the world is full of everyone and I’m happy that includes us.

[heavensghost]

[sunsbleeding]

Rules of Nature #3